https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/279911/31276853/law-student-is-back-to-get-her-sticky-soles-4k-version So imagine that we saw Sofi again. This time we didn't sail down the Vltava, but agreed to go for a walk in the park. The sun was shining through the treetops, it was quiet, and occasionally someone rode by on a bike. It was... peaceful. It was as if we already knew each other, as if there was something more between us than just a chance encounter. Sofi was wearing a light dress and a denim jacket, her hair was shining red, and she had sneakers with blue socks on her feet. She looked stunning again. Naturally beautiful. We sat down on a bench and talked. She talked about school, about law, but mainly about what she really enjoyed about being a defense attorney. I listened to her and admired her legs. How I wanted to take off her sneakers and smell her feet right there in the park. Time flew by without us even noticing. After coffee at a pastry shop, we went back to my place. I told her I'd like to shoot another piece for my project, and she agreed without hesitation. She lay down on the massage table. This time she kept her socks on—at least for starters. And I began. I ran my fingers over the soles of her feet. Just lightly. She responded to every touch with a soft laugh, her eyes closed, occasionally moving her fingers. When I took off her socks, it was as if I had revealed something more than just skin. Her feet were pink and fragrant. Long toes, soft skin. And that natural, bodily scent... I love the smell of their feet. I sniffed them several times between takes, and I admit, I was completely out of touch with reality at that moment. Then she took the initiative. She gently grabbed my cock and gave me an amazing footjob. Then she caught it between her big toe and index toe. She gently squeezed it, stroked it, ran her toes over it. It was unexpected... but wonderful. Meanwhile, I occasionally tickled her feet. Slowly, sensually. She laughed quietly, as if it were our secret language. At that moment, nothing existed but her feet, her laughter, and my touch. I like it when she curls her toes. I was happy. Not just from the touch, but also from the way she knew without words what felt good to me. And how she let herself be guided without me having to beg or explain. When she stroked my cock, I could feel it getting hard. I slowly jerked off over her feet and finally I could spray her fragrant pink soles. She curled her toes and my load slowly dripped between her toes. It was really great again. I'm glad I have such a great relationship with Sofi. She told me that when I want to do something together again, we'll film a footjob with her feet.